Written by sai varun

Home sick

When a bird was in a cage it wanted to fly away from what it was shackled to and never return back.

For how much it got hurt to how much it has been through, it didn’t think of any other consequences of what might come after.

When you were ten year old, weren’t you excited about growing old and be a responsible son to your father and mother? A responsible brother to your siblings or cousins? To do life in right way without doing any wrong or misdemeanors. But when you grew up things have been different and you again wish to be a kid? Maybe it hurts forever and has no healing point for it but then it all ends someday. That’s how it gets remembered even when it’s gone. I still don’t understand what my life is, where it’s taking me, or what is going to happen. But the journey is somehow exciting even through it is making me feel same kind of agonizing I still feel something excited about the new place and environment. It’s fine since I got used to disappointments and replacement. I wonder if I ever get settled at peace. Said a wrecked adult with blood on wrist and shattered hopes. Now he is willing to be heartless, where there is no past this haunts, no future that scares, no present that worries him. To be all emptied is what he’s wanting now. But how?

Unfortunately or fortunately it got to set free and flee into the deep sky. Somewhere to unknown place.

As it reached new premises of unknown destinations it felt as if it’s free and independent. As time passing by and days went by, it began to feel homesick and urging to go back home but it has lost its way back to home and stranded.

Neither it could get back to home nor could stay alone.

A race that has no destination nor end.

I agree one has to be on his own, be on his own will power, get name and fame to be surviving life for long (maybe a whole hundred years to be spent by himself without any external support or help.) Which later would make him call as a real man. Else he is forever abandoned, mentally traumatized and socially get alienated from everyone.

I feel like we are being played to Somebody else’s story line as a mere character by forgetting that we do have our own life, originality, real story that has no beginning nor ending, which is for eternal where you are the main character, main villain, and main climax it’s all you nobody else, it is you and it is not you at the same time.

That’s life.we are trapped and think this is how it should be, by showing differentiation when there is no need of differentiating anyone for anything.

That’s how illusion works.

If you love to live through art even when it is all messed up and unprofessional do it, through dance and writing, through story telling or mimicking, through any means of art you are passionate about yet aren’t perfect but learning or feeling happy doing it. Do it.

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